One Giant would step on another's foot, or bump into the one in front. The entire formation was a crooked, chaotic mess, creating an endless comedy of errors.
At the end of each day's training, the Giants would collapse to the ground, more exhausted than if they had fought a Magical Beast.
Relying solely on Sun's Dragon Mighty for control was not yielding the desired results.
The Giants' resentment grew, and their training efficiency began to plummet.
Raylo took note of this. At dinner on the third day, he announced a new regulation.
"From this day forward, we will be implementing rewards and punishments."
His voice reached every Giant's ears.
"Each day, Sun will evaluate your training. The best performer will receive an entire roasted sheep! Those who perform adequately will have the normal meat porridge. And as for the worst…"
Raylo paused, and every Giant's heart leaped into their throat.
"…can only drink plain white porridge, with nothing added."
